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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter Seventeen - Explode
Remus was bored. One thing that he and Sirius definitely agreed on was that being stuck in Grimmauld Place was very boring; it was a wonder that Sirius had managed it for so long. Remus was sure that there was something here keeping Sirius amused somehow. The man was like a small child, in constant need of entertainment and attention.
He was wandering around absentmindedly exploring the house, which was a maze of dirty, dark, dusty rooms, most of which hadn’t been used in decades if not far longer. The house itself had been in the Black family longer than the werewolf cared to think about and Sirius, it’s most recent owner, had let it fall into disrepair through hatred of it and everything that it stood for. If his ancestors could see the state of the place now they would have been ashamed and horrified.
The particular room he had come across was some kind of drawing room. It had high ceilings and the horrible olive green walls were lined with filthy tapestries; there were several large half rotten sofas, numerous glass fronted cabinets and a couple of bookcases, but little else in the way of furniture. He didn’t even want to think about what was living in the dark green curtains to make them writhe about the way they were.
He ran a finger along a few of the book spines, clearing off the dust to read their titles; most of them were about blood purity or were family genealogies, a few were collections of spells and a couple looked to be wizarding stories, but certainly nothing he had any intention of reading. He was glad that the dust on them implied that Sirius had little interest in them either. In fact the room itself looked as if he were the first person to enter it in several years judging by the amount of dust that coated every surface. Whatever Sirius was up to it wasn’t in this room.
He crouched down in front of one of the glass cabinets and spelled away the dust and cobwebs enough that he could see inside. From what he could make out it looked like an assortment of nick knacks; but the kind kept by the pompously rich and self-absorbed… like the Black family he thought condescendingly.
He could see numerous tarnished silver objects, like snuffboxes, a box that looked like it might have the Ministry seal on the front of it and a fair few of pieces of odd looking jewellery including pendants, necklaces, lockets, and rings; there were even several items he couldn’t even begin to identify. It was all likely cursed or dark, in one way or another, but Remus neither cared, nor was stupid, enough to actually open the door and find out.
With a sigh, he straighten back up and glared at the curtains as they shifted with another quick buzz of activity and headed back out the door; he supposed he had killed another half an hour or so, maybe he would just go back to bed. At least he knew he wouldn’t have to deal with Sirius while there, now that he had moved into one of the guest rooms. He just couldn’t sleep in the same bed as his lover right now. It really did not bode well for their relationship that they couldn’t even sleep in the same bedroom anymore.
FGHP
Since the full moon December had hit and with it a bought of extremely cold weather that not even the wards and enchantments could keep out altogether. The pack was forced to huddle around the fire and cuddle together just to keep warm. It had forced everyone, including Harlan, to become a lot more used to each other. Even though he was still highly disliked, and the only person to talk to him was Micha, the rest of the pack was slowly getting more accustomed to his presence. Not that any of them trusted or liked him though.
Fenrir had been discussing with Damon and Jenson how they were going to manage getting school supplies for all the pups; it was something that they would have to do soon. It meant a trip into London, for starters, and that wasn’t something Fenrir was comfortable with considering he wouldn’t be able to go with them.
He was a wanted man after all and it was safe to assume that he probably wouldn’t be able to just wander down Diagon Alley with several other werewolves in tow, plus a young boy who was wanted by Aurors without being arrested. They had all come to the conclusion, however reluctantly that Fenrir going with them just wasn’t a good idea, something that both Damon and Jenson had pointed out to the Alpha several times.
The Beta wolf had to remind Fenrir that he had taken care of, and watched over, Harry for over a decade before he had come into the pack and wasn’t about to let anything happen to him. Of course the Alpha wolf knew this, it didn’t need to be said that Damon considered Harry to be a son, just like Clayton.
Once Fenrir had come to terms with the fact that he couldn’t go with them to buy their school supplies, the decision had to be made about who did go with them. He wanted to ensure that the three pups were well protected should anything go wrong but with the strays still lurking around the territory they had to be careful.
If something happened to the pack members left behind then they needed to be able to protect themselves. Splitting their group in half was going to take a lot of consideration and planning before the final decisions were made. As much as his instincts told him to send the strongest fighters to protect his mate he knew it was impractical when the biggest threat to them was in, or at least close to, their territory.
It was while the three dominant men had been huddled together discussing this that Harry had taken the opportunity to motion Clay over to him. It wasn’t often that Harry was left without the overbearing presence of the Alpha hovering over him, protecting him, and seeing as he was currently busy with something else that he didn’t want his mate to hear, Harry was going to take full advantage.
He wanted to do something that would cheer up Micha, who still wasn’t himself. Harlan had sunk his claws into him and he wasn’t letting go anytime soon it would seem. This was why Harry was desperate to make him laugh the way that he used to before Harlan had arrived and to achieve that he was going to need Clayton to help him.
The two teenage boys had already got to work picking on Harlan and to their surprise Lukas had even been willing to help them; it showed just how much people didn’t like the newcomer when the even tempered Lukas was happy to get involved in pranking him and take an active role in it too.
At lunch time everyone had looked on with suspicion and surprise as Lukas had taken both Micha and Harlan cups of tea, which wasn’t an unusual occurrence in itself seeing as Lukas was always handing out steaming mugs of tea but he had never given one to Harlan before. He gave an Imperial Ceylon to Micha and a regular builder’s brew to Harlan, having added a little extra kick to it, especially for him.
The new werewolf had looked very suspicious and, if it hadn’t been for the cold, then it was likely that he would have turned down the seemingly kind gesture; as it was, he took it and even managed to mumble his thanks. He wasn’t stupid enough to take it as a sign of them accepting him in though, he was still the omega wolf after all, it would take a lot more than a handful of weeks and an offered cup of tea for him to be accepted into the pack.
As the evening drew in and with it the colder chill that hung in the air that threatened snow, Harry and Clay watched on with glee as Harlan began to shift around uncomfortably where he was sat on the ground with Micha dozing beside him, the submissive's head in his lap. The two male pups were being watched by a rather suspicious Alpha as they looked at each other and started giggling uncontrollably.
Not understanding what had the two pups in hysterical laughter Fenrir decided that he was more than a little bit concerned; the two of them had a rather interesting record of accomplishment when it came to causing trouble; Damon had told them all the stories of the two teenagers and their antics over the years. The Alpha quickly decided if anything was going to literally explode then he wanted to know about it before hand.
The Alpha manoeuvred his way from where he had been sat talking with Damon and placed himself beside Harry, pulling him on to his lap and giving him a rather suspicious look as he wrapped his arms protectively around his younger mate.
“What are the two of you up to?” Fenrir asked, glancing around the rest of the pack, expecting something to happen and not entirely sure what. With these two you could never be sure and it was foolish to ever underestimate what they had up their sleeves.
Harry and Clay exchanged looks of amusement before turning to their Alpha and feigning innocence. “No idea what you mean, my Alpha,” Clay said respectfully, having to bite his tongue to stop from laughing again.
“We’re just sitting here, minding our own business,” Harry said looking up at his mate sweetly with wide, innocent green eyes; Fenrir however wasn’t fooled by their well-rehearsed acts of virtue.
“I know you two better than that, whatever it is you’re planning you need to tell me,” the Alpha said, his tone serious. Damon had told him all about how the two of them had blown apart half the house using a muggle children’s chemistry set; he still couldn’t understand how they had managed such a thing.
He didn’t want anything like that happening here in their territory. Though he had to admit the makeover they had given Micha had been funny, he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know what else the two of them were capable of; the pups were certainly resourceful that was for sure. He was beginning to doubt whether it had been wise to allow the two of them to reconcile their friendship.
As Fenrir had demanded this of the two pups, Harlan had jumped rather suddenly to his feet, startling Micha awake at the sudden loss of his pillow, and made a run towards the forest. Lukas shot Harry and Clay a knowing look and the two pups broke down into utter hysterics once more, unable to control themselves any longer. The Alpha just looked between the two of them in irritation, wondering what they could have done to Harlan, though he could admit that he was pleased at their chosen target.
“As long as nothing is going to explode I don’t care,” Fenrir said eyeing the two pups that were wiping tears of joy from their eyes. He found that he suddenly didn’t care as much what they had done; seeing Harry laughing like this, without any cares or worries made him want to smile too and just enjoy the moment.
Harry and Clay looked to each other, in an attempt to contain themselves at Fenrir’s wording, however they couldn’t, both of them on the verge of pissing themselves because they were laughing so hard. “Nothing is going to explode that’s going to bother you, Fen,” Harry said, leaning up and giving his mate a sweet kiss on the cheek as he attempted to stifle his laughter a little, Clay however was a lost cause.
Fenrir didn’t look at all comforted by this reply in the slightest. “So something is going to explode,” he said looking between Harry and Clay with suspicion again as they dissolved into more hysterical giggling, tears of joy running down Harry’s cheeks.
It was Lukas who finally took pity on the Alpha who could get no answers from either of the pups through their laughter and came over to where they were sitting, Fenrir looked about ready to explode himself as he became increasingly frustrated with the teenagers. Lukas sat himself down opposite the Alpha male and smiled at him somewhat apologetically.
“I feel as if I should explain why these two maniacs can’t stop giggling,” Lukas said, eyeing the two with heavy disapproval despite his own role in the prank. Harry and Clayton’s laughing had become so loud that they had drawn the attention of the whole pack who were all looking a little concerned about what they could have done to cause such manic laughter.
“Explain,” Fenrir demanded, his body tensed, expecting the worst.
“The evil genius’ that they are, the two of them decided they wanted to make Harlan somewhat uncomfortable,” Lukas explained, trying to be tactful as some rather vile sounds began to be issued from the forest in the direction that Harlan had run. It did nothing to stop the relentless laughter coming from the two teenage boys.
“Uncomfortable how?” Damon asked sceptically as he and Jenson came over to join the conversation, the others coming to join them too, all part from Micha who didn’t move; they were all keen to know what it was that was going on.

“They put laxatives in the tea I gave him this afternoon,” Lukas said and it was finally too much for Harry and Clay who were laughing so hard they couldn’t breath as a groan and a vile squirt and splattering sound reverberated from deep within the forest.
"So when they said nothing would explode that I'd care about…” Fenrir paused, with realisation, midsentence to turn to frown at where Harlan had disappeared from the clearing. “That's disgusting," he finished before turning and yelling in the direction that Harlan had run. “YOU’D BETTER CLEAN THAT UP WHEN YOU’RE DONE!”
It wasn’t exactly that Fenrir objected to their chosen target, nor the prank if he was honest, the stupid bastard deserved all he got for everything he had done to Micha, but he hoped this didn’t make things worse. Harry and Clay had obviously gotten a good laugh from it, he was pleased to see, even Lukas seemed amused, though granted he was a lot more restrained with his reaction.
The Alpha glanced over at where Micha was still sat and noted that the young werewolf had shown no inclination to go help his suffering mate; if the revolting sounds still coming from the forest were anything to go by, Harlan was going to be suffering for a while. Fenrir hardly blamed Micha for that, but it was nice to know that even Micha’s loyalty to Harlan had its limits. Then the Alpha noticed something, it was half hidden and almost unnoticeable but Fenrir didn’t miss it when Micha smiled when Harlan let out a pitiful groan. They hadn’t lost him completely.
“He won’t be done for a while,” Clayton managed to choke out through his laughter. Clearly enjoying himself far too much, though no one had any sympathy for Harlan.
“Not with the amount we gave him,” Harry added, clutching at his side which had started to stitch with the amount of laughing he was doing.
Lukas frowned at the two of them, “You told me that was a regular dose of the stuff,” he said.
“For a dragon maybe,” Clay whispered to Harry which only spurred them on to laugh harder.
“Sorry, Lukas,” Harry said with a shrug trying not to piss himself from laughing at Clay’s whispered comment that Fenrir didn’t fail to catch. The Alpha had grimaced when he’d heard the dragon comment, though he couldn’t help but see the funny side of it.
“How much did you give him?” Fenrir asked dubiously.
“Three whole boxes!” they chorused with matching grins of delight, giving each other high fives to celebrate their success.
“The forest is going to be a mess when he’s through,” Damon said with a deep frown, seemingly caring more for the foliage than for Harlan, which wasn’t too far off the truth of how he was feeling.

“Couldn’t he have gone downwind from us?” Harry asked, looking a bit nauseous; it seemed like they had overlooked the one small flaw in their rather devious plan.
“It stinks!” Lukas muttered as he pulled his jumper up to cover the lower half of his face to keep the rotten stench at bay, a few of the other pack members following suit to stop themselves retching on the smell.
“It’ll take days for the smell to clear!” Callie complained, she had copied Lukas in pulling her jumper up over her face though it looked as if her eyes were watering from the power of the stench lingering in the air.
“Clayton!” Romy yelled, pinching her nose. “This is gross.”
“Oh, way to win her over, most guys send flowers, you make her home stink of shit,” Harry teased his best friend with a grin from where he was snuggled on the Alpha’s lap, his hand over his nose and mouth.
“He’s never going to win me over,” Romy said as she covered her mouth and nose with one hand just as Harry had done in an attempt to keep the smell from invading her nostrils. What made it worse was that if you tried to breathe through your mouth instead you could almost taste it.
“Geeze, what has he been eating?” Jenson asked, though no one was sure they wanted to know the answer to that particular question.
“Least it’ll keep him away from Micha for the night, if not most of the day tomorrow as well by the sounds of it.” Damon said with amusement. This was probably the first prank his son had pulled that he actually approved of and he almost wished that he had thought of first. He would have loved the satisfaction of torturing Harlan in such innocent ways. Though he wasn’t averse to just punching him in the face.
FGHP
It had taken more than two days for the smell to clear from the clearing, just in time for them to celebrate Romy’s fourteenth birthday on December the tenth; Clay doubted Romy would have forgiven him if their home had stank, with the remnants of the laxative prank they’d pulled on Harlan, for her birthday.
Though, since then, Harry and Clay had made it their mission to make Micha laugh. Fenrir had shared with Harry and only Harry that he had seen a slight smile grace the other submissive wolf's face, at what they had done to Harlan, and it had spurred the two teenage boys on, knowing that they could still make him smile. Their antics over the last few days had included having the fire change colours every few minutes, they’d frustrated Damon by enchanting everything he touched to vanish until he let it go and then, much to the Alpha’s amusement had shaved off Harlan’s eyebrows while he slept.
The morning of Romy’s birthday, however, Harry and Clay had roused early, careful not to wake their sleeping pack had proceeded to cover the clearing in brightly coloured silly string, using a rather unique spell that the two pups had devised themselves. They enchanted fairy lights to twinkle all the way around the clearing because they knew that Romy really liked them, strung up so much purple bunting that it looked like the clearing had a purple roof. But it was her favourite colour and today they wanted to make her feel special.
They had enchanted the bunting to spell out ‘Happy Birthday Romy’ in bright gold lettering. They had transfigured whatever they could find into brightly coloured balloons, so many of them that the clearing was starting to look as if it were a giant ball pool. The two teens were getting so carried away with their decorations that they didn’t even notice that a couple of the pack were starting to wake.
Fenrir had been the first to rouse, filled with irritation that Harry was missing from his arms and then as he adjusted to being awake realised that he and the other pack members had been covered by what appeared to be brightly coloured wet string. Judging by the amount of balloons, streamers and bunting he knew exactly where his little mate was and knew that he, no doubt, had had help in the form of Clayton.
Damon was the next to wake up, the first words out of his mouth were to groan his son’s name as he saw the state of the clearing. It hadn’t even crossed his mind to blame anyone else, he knew better than to think that Clayton hadn’t had anything to do with this.
What worried the Alpha and the Beta wolf most though, was the smell of cooking. They trusted Harry to help Callie and Romy with food preparation but to allow him free reign had so far not been tested, it terrified them that not only was he cooking unsupervised but Clayton was helping him. Neither thought that allowing the two teenage boys to be wielding sharp implements near an open flame was a very good idea.
As Fenrir and Damon started dragging themselves up and out from under the hides and blankets, rousing the others in the process, they saw the two teenage boys, wands drawn, seemingly concentrating very hard on what they were doing. For reasons, beyond the Alpha’s comprehension, his mate had decided that the fire was going to be purple today and it flickered beautifully.
“What’s going on?” Romy asked sleepily as she sat up, blinking sleepily. Jenson was already up and awake next to her.
“I think Harry and Clayton have a birthday surprise for you,” he said to her with a smile on his face. The others were all getting up and looking around in utter astonishment, unable to comprehend how the two teenagers had managed to pull it off. Their home was unrecognizable.
Upon realising that everyone was waking up, not having realised before as they had been so busy focusing on getting the breakfast right, they abandoned their attempts at making perfectly shaped waffles and bounded over to the youngest pack member and hugged her.
“Happy Birthday!” the two of them said in unison.
“Clayton made you breakfast,” Harry told her with a smile.
Romy looked at the two of them dubiously, “So to celebrate my aging you’re going to try and kill me?” she asked.
“Hey! I resent that,” Clayton objected, an exaggerated sad expression on his face. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Anything you cook can be considered an assassination attempt,” she teased.
“I supervised him,” Harry reassured her, “we made your favourite; waffles!”
Romy smiled at them, “This is amazing, thank you,” she said as the two teenage boys dragged her over to where they had stacked a huge amount of oddly shaped waffles, which without access to a waffle iron they had had to use magic to shape them as they cooked, and even though they were recognizable to what they should be, none of them were perfect. However, to Romy, that only made it better.
“Look, I’ll be your taste tester,” Clayton told her enthusiastically, snatching one up and biting into it with gusto.
It seemed as though most of the pack were holding their breath, ready to jump in and help revive him at a moment’s notice, but Clay swallowed the waffle without issue. “See,” he declared, “it’s fine. Actually even tastes good, “he added, with mild surprise, to Harry.
Romy was still glancing around her, taking in everything they had done, the silly string that was up in the trees and covering the foliage and the ground, the balloons that covered the grass in the clearing making it near enough impossible to see the grass beneath their feet. She loved the bunting and the fairy lights that twinkled above her. She couldn’t believe that they had gone to so much trouble for her.
Taking both Harry and Clayton by surprise she almost jumped on them, throwing her arms around both of them at the same time and hugging them. She was so happy that she was almost crying. “Thank you so much,” she said.
“That’s not the best bit,” Harry said grinning at her, turning to give Clay a small nod. Looking confused she turned to where the two male pups were now pointing their wands, watching in amazement as an area of the ground seemed to bubble and shift. “It’s bouncy,” he told her with a grin, turning that area of grass purple so noone would stand on the bouncy bit by accident.
“It’ll last for the day, like everything else” Clayton told her, “We hope so anyway, we couldn’t really practise it before hand,” he explained.
“I can’t believe you did all of this for me!” She told them, grinning wider than she had in a long while.
“Will you three … at least eat something first,” Jenson tried to say as the three pups ran off towards the purple bouncy ground.
Fenrir was staring at the pile of waffles precariously as if they might come alive and attack him. Sure he had seen Clay eat one but they might have been friendlier to their creator than a stranger that they didn’t recognize so he was still pretty wary of them.
“Harlan, try one of these, make sure it won’t kill us,” Fenrir ordered, turning to the pack omega wolf.
“I’m not eating anything those two cooked! Not after the last time,” he hissed in distaste. He knew full well that it had been Harry and Clayton that had spiked his tea and he had spent the days since plotting their deaths, despite the Dark Lord wanting the bastard little submissive to control Greyback.
“Then you won’t eat,” Fenrir bit back.
“I’ll try them, my Alpha,” Micha said stepping forward and receiving a death glare from his mate as he did. Micha hesitated at this but having said it and taken a step forward he was now stuck with no way out of it.
He was visibly trembling as he picked up one of the waffles, he had not defied his mate like this before and it scared him what the consequences might be, but he knew openly defying the Alpha now, would probably be worse. He bit into it, chewed and swallowed, nodding to Fenrir when it seemed okay; Clay was right, it actually did taste pretty good and so he ate the rest quickly before returning to Harlan’s side.
Damon shrugged, that was good enough for him and his mood had been improved by seeing Micha speak up and act without Harlan’s permission. He picked up one of the waffles his son had made and bit into it, smiling with pride at Clayton’s achievement as he ate.
He looked over at the bouncy purple ground to see the three pups laughing and jumping; Romy had fallen over onto her bum, but Harry and Clay were bouncing around her, meaning she couldn’t get to her feet, which was apparently hilarious to all three of them. It didn’t help that she was laughing so hard that she was doubled over as the boys bounded around her.
It was heart-warming to see the pups actually acting like the children they were supposed to be for a change. It was so easy to forget with everything they had been through and how grown up they acted, most of the time, that they were still only fifteen and fourteen respectively. They still needed to laugh and have fun, it was part of the reason that the pranks had been allowed to continue with minimal fuss and telling off.
Micha looked longingly at the bouncy purple ground. He was twenty-five years old and still would have loved nothing more than to join the pups. However he knew that he wouldn’t be allowed, so he leaned into his mate, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Micha, why don’t you go and join them,” Fenrir said, seeing how difficult it was for the other submissive to simply stand and watch. He knew that if Harlan hadn’t been around then he would no doubt have helped with the planning for Romy’s birthday celebrations as well as joining in with them.
Micha took a hesitant step forward to hear his mate growl venomously behind him, unhappy that they hadn’t asked for permission from him first before offering this to Micha. The submissive now turned to his dominant mate, pleading with him silently. Harlan realised that he couldn’t refuse Micha this without making his position in the pack worse and without Micha wanting a good reason why. He knew that if he said no, Micha would obey him, but it would not help the situation he was in.
With a look of fury in his eyes, Harlan gave a curt nod. Micha’s eyes were wide with surprise and happiness; he hadn’t even dared hope that Harlan might agree. He wasn’t going to give his mate a chance to change his mind though, so placing a kiss on Harlan’s cheek he rushed over to the pups and jumped at Clayton, sending them both tumbling, and this time it was Harry and Romy’s bouncing that made it difficult for them to get up.
With all the pups, and big kids at heart, bouncing like toddlers on the purple makeshift bouncy castle the others got on with their day to day chores. They were adamant that they were just too grown up for such things, despite several of them really wanting a turn regardless, but instead got on with tasks such as brewing teas and coffees to tempt them all out of their zombified states of sleep deprivation.
The amount of silly string and balloons made it rather difficult for them to do anything that they would usually do. However, none of them seemed to mind; they knew it would all fade after a few hours and, after the stresses and strains on them all, they knew that they ought to enjoy the festivities while they could. Tomorrow they would be going to Diagon Alley to retrieve the school supplies in preparation for the pups going to Hogwarts soon after the New Year.
Once Harry, Clayton and Romy were away from the clearing it would be too quiet and no doubt they would all be extra worried and anxious about what they were getting up to and, in all likelihood, whether the castle was still standing or not.
FGHP
It was frustrating how little progress he was making; Tom knew he was one of the greatest wizards to have ever lived and yet still he had not successfully found a solution to his aging problem. He refused to age like some common human, some mortal creature; death would never have him.
Of course, his Horcruxes would help see to that, but what good was living forever when you would become little more than a walking corpse in just a couple of centuries. He had to solve this problem now, so he could preserve his youth. He needed to find a way; he would find a way.
What he needed was access to experts and suppliers, he thought, leaning back in his chair. There were so many to choose from, so many that could help him but there just wasn’t room enough in the dungeons to store them all. That could potentially be a problem. As much as he loved residing in the grand residence its capacity for holding prisoners was poor.
He resisted a pleased smile as he scanned over the nervous expressions on his Deatheaters faces; he hadn’t really had anything to tell them when he had called them all to be here but he had summoned them anyway, simply because it amused him to watch them squirm. Now, however, he had something for them to do, something that would occupy their time and if they succeeded then he would have exactly what he needed and have no need to be keeping prisoners at all.
He already had a werewolf caged up in the dungeons, a pretty little thing and only nineteen years old. So much more attractive than Bellatrix, whose body disgusted him now it was so scarred and disfigured. However the young girl was a half breed, an animal, and, no matter how attractive she was, she was still beneath him; he needed a pureblood not some half-breed creature. Her cries and sobs during the full moon had pleased him however, they had been a great source of pleasure for him as he had taken what he needed from Bellatrix.
Now though, he had an idea to share, a mission to give to his most loyal of followers; he was the Dark Lord after all and why should he not simply take what he required or, better still, have people take it for him. He would send Lucius Malfoy, him and a select few of his other followers to help. They wouldn’t fail him because they knew what it would cost them if they did.
“You will seize Diagon Alley,” he stated after a long, heavy silence and those gathered around the table stared at him in surprise. Oh, he really did love it when they looked at him as if he was insane. They already had control of most of Hogsmeade, but it was perilously close to Hogwarts, and hence Dumbledore, for Tom’s liking. He wanted the London Street under his control.
“My Lord…”
“Do NOT presume to speak before I am finished,” Tom interrupted, his loud voice rebounding off the walls of the large dining room. Instantly the entire room stilled and no one else dared to say a word. Most of them didn’t even have the courage to take breath for fear of making noise. No one wanted to be on the end of one of the Dark Lord’s cruciatus curses.
“Lucius, you will take four others and go tomorrow,” Tom instructed, getting to his feet and almost gliding across the room. He leaned down and spoke in Lucius' ear, while keeping eye contact with Rodolphus across the table, who was trying oh so hard not to flinch. “You will need to discover how difficult it will be to claim it. I want to know who there is loyal to me and who might need some… persuading.” Tom’s words were silky and smooth as they rolled off his tongue. He watched Lucius nod his head in confirmation and understanding of his mission.
“I will take Rodolphus, Nott, McNair and…”
“Take Bellatrix,” Tom interrupted, sending a glare towards the witch. “She has been boring me as of late, perhaps the trip will do her good.”
“As you wish, my Lord,” Lucius said, remaining composed despite how close Tom was to him, his determination not to show fear winning out. He refused to show fear in his own home.
“Where is your beautiful wife this evening, Lucius?” Tom demanded, as he straightened up and headed back towards his chair at the head of the table. “She has once again failed to come when I have summoned my Deatheaters to me.” He gestured with a wave of his hand, at those gathered, as though this would help them observe Narcissa’s absence more clearly.
“Tending to our newborn son, my Lord,” Lucius said, with a bow of his head. “I assure you, she remains loyal.”
“Indeed,” Tom said slowly, his scepticism heavy in his voice. “I expect her here next time, with or without the child. If she is not… you shall pay for price for her disobedience,” he told the blond man sternly, as he sat himself back down into his seat.
Lucius muttered a hasty, “yes, my Lord,” as he nodded to show that he understood; his resentment for his wife’s failure to be here burning inside him. She could have left the unwanted brat with one of the house elves and been in attendance. Now he had a mission to fulfil, however, and he knew it was all her fault; her absence drew attention to him. He dreaded to think what would happen if he failed.
Though he did feel a little sorry for his sister-in-law; it was no secret that she and Riddle were involved. It hadn’t seemed to sink into her dense head that the man couldn’t love; she clung pitifully to his every word, simpering over him like she was some lovesick puppy. However, that was exactly how the Dark Lord treated her.
He didn’t exactly want to be lumbered with her tomorrow, she would be a distraction. She wasn’t exactly in her right mind; even less so since Voldemort had started to have his way with her; her insanity and unpredictability were getting out of control. The torture the Dark Lord inflicted upon her, had begun to twist and snake into her mind. she now seemed to see it as affection, admiration and even love.
She would be bitter about being sent out on assignment, even more so given Lord Voldemort’s words of condescension, and Lucius would have to rein her in, keep her in line; he was already certain that her presence would do nothing but complicate matters. That might have even been the Dark Lord’s intention. Lucius knew, though, that if he failed to control her then their scouting mission would not go well; and that was not something he could permit to happen.
FGHP
There had been a lot of debate about who to send to Diagon Alley with the pups. They couldn’t be sure how much of a hold Voldemort had on the place. However, equally, with the threat of the strays on their doorstep, it was extremely difficult to know who to send, and who should remain to protect the territory and those left behind.
There was no question that, however unhappy he was about it, Fenrir would have to remain in the territory. Given the choice he would never have let Harry out of his sight; the boy was a magnet for trouble and that never boded well. He just seemed to attract it; the Alpha very well believed that if Harry was left alone in a locked and empty room then trouble would still find him somehow.
There wasn’t any way around it though, he was a wanted man and strolling through Diagon Alley was ridiculously stupid, unless he wanted to get arrested. Then he wouldn’t be seeing his little mate, or in fact any of his pack, for a very long time. He had to swallow his pride and trust that Damon would take care of Harry, as he had done for over a decade before they had even come to the pack.
He could have demanded that Harry stay behind with him, of course, and that had been discussed because taking Harry and Clay anywhere together was bound to cause more trouble and hassle than it was worth; but they both needed to be fitted for robes, and so having any of the pups remain behind was also ruled out as an option.
Eventually it was agreed that Damon would be going, he after all had a lot more experience dealing with the two teenage boys, who had the amazing talent to wreak havoc wherever they went. Despite wanting to go and protect Romy, Jenson would stay behind; and he was doubly unhappy about this decision because Callie would be going to Diagon Alley along with the others.
Also, because Fenrir didn’t want to have to deal with Harlan while they were gone as well as worrying about the half of his pack that were wandering around London, he was sending Micha with them. Lukas and Harlan would remain behind in the clearing, with him and Jenson.
The Alpha was praying that he had made the right call with who to send and who to leave behind. He needed his mate protected; he wouldn’t have been able to cope with losing another mate. He hadn’t even greatly cared for the last one, not like he cared for Harry, and that had nearly broken him then. To lose Harry would destroy him. It really didn’t sit right with him that Harry was going off to wander around London without him.
The morning that they were due to leave, Fenrir had awoken with Harry in his arms, something that always seemed to determine his mood for the rest of the day. If Harry had snuck off before the Alpha had woken up then it was wise not to approach the Alpha until he had located his mischievous little mate and ingested several cups of coffee.
The Alpha, upon waking to find Harry still sleeping in his arms, had hastily begun kissing and nibbling at his neck. The previous love bites were fading and his wolf had the overwhelming urge to mark him again. Knowing that they would be separated for the day made this urge stronger. Beautiful groans met his ears as he suckled at the sensitive skin, he knew the instant that Harry was awake as his little mate tilted his head to the side to allow the Alpha better access.
“Well that sure beats an alarm clock,” Harry said still slightly groggy from sleep, as he thrust his hips forward so that their fabric bound erections could brush against each other.
Fenrir didn’t respond with words, instead a large hand grabbing at his mate's waist and pulling him closer so that they were pressed up against one another, grinding together. This elicited several loud moans from the younger wolf that made the Alpha chuckle.
“Give it a rest!” Clay groaned from a little way away from them. If he had dared he would have thrown something in their general direction to make them shut up; however considering it was his Alpha pair, he didn’t.
Harry laughed, he couldn’t help it. “I don’t think we have the approval of the rest of the pack, Fen,” Harry said.
“So,” Fenrir grunted.
“So, I’m not much of an exhibitionist,” Harry insisted as Fenrir attempted to lift Harry’s jumper so that their torsos could at least be skin to skin.
“A what?” the Alpha asked as he continued to nibble and suck at his little mate's neck, ignoring the rest of the pack around them, not caring that they were starting to wake up.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Honestly! Basically it means that I’m not getting naked or having an orgasm here in front of the rest of the pack.”
“Do you have to be so blunt about it?” Damon asked as he sat up and yawned, stretching out his arms and back.
“And loud!” Clay complained again with an agonising groan that his beauty sleep had been interrupted by the rutting Alpha pair.
“My Alpha asked me a question, it would have been disrespectful not to answer,” Harry said playfully, still nuzzling into Fenrir.
“Could you not answer quietly?” Clay grumbled.
“Not that I’m complaining, my Alpha,” Jenson said tentatively, “but perhaps it would be best left for a more private moment.”
He didn't really want Romy to be subjected to such noises or talk. In his eyes she was still an innocent little girl, she didn’t need to hear any of this, especially not after what those disgusting wolves had done to her. He wanted to maintain her innocence as long as possible and listening to the Alpha pair make out was not going to help that.
“Oh, leave them, dear, let them have some fun. The Alpha had to put up with us when we were first mated,” Callie interjected.
“Not exactly what I want to hear first thing in the morning, Sis, I’ve not even had a cup of tea yet” Damon muttered stuffing his fingers in his ears so he didn’t have to listen.
“Still not an exhibitionist!”Harry insisted, even as he had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself letting out another groan as Fenrir sucked a little harder at the nape of his neck.
“I think I know a way to settle this,” Fenrir said rather suddenly, after detaching himself from Harry’s neck and standing up with the teenager still in his arms and stalking off toward the forest.
“We need to leave in an hour,” Damon shouted after them before they could get out of earshot.
“We’ll be back before that,” Fenrir shouted over his shoulder, ignoring Harry’s giggling and squirming, as he tried to get his mate to put him back on his own two feet.
“He never lasts for more than half an hour,” Harry added cheekily, causing an eruption of laughter from the rest of the pack.
“I’ll show you who can’t last more than half an hour, little one,” Fenrir growled, claiming his mate’s lips in a kiss.
“You promise?” Harry asked, with a grin and wide keen eyes; despite his nervousness about all things sexual, he was growing more confident, and definitely more enthusiastic, much to his mate’s delight.
“Oh I more than promise, little one,” Fenrir told him, his voice dropping to a deep growl. “I’m going to make sure there's no question that you are mine when you leave this territory,” he informed his little mate, who had now stopped trying to escape from his arms.
“Sounds like fun,” Harry said, biting his bottom lip, his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of what was to come. “Are you going to make sure that you claim me every full moon, when I come back from Hogwarts, too?” Harry asked trying to keep the hope for a positive answer from his voice.
“You can count on it, little one, you’re mine!” Fenrir said as he decided that they were far enough away from the clearing and the big ears of his pack members. He set Harry down but didn’t let him move away from him, keeping their bodies pressed close together. “It’s going to be bad enough only seeing you once a month!”
“You mean you’re going to hate only being able to get off once a month,” Harry said with a very amused grin, deliberately pressing himself tighter against the Alpha.
“I can get off without you well enough, little one,” Fenrir said with slight amusement, happily teasing his little mate in a way he would never do in front of the others.
“Charming, I’ll just go back to the others shall I, and you can get off without me now,” Harry said with a soft glare.
“Don’t you dare,” Fenrir growled, possessively wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist when the submissive wolf had gone to pull away from him, now effectively pinning them together.
“So you're going to miss me then,” Harry said triumphantly, smiling at his Alpha with glee.
“Little one…” Fenrir growled; he was certain that it was clear as day, particularly to the smart young man like Harry, that he would miss his little mate.
“Careful, Wolfie, you might make me believe you really care about me with all that affection you’re throwing about...”
Fenrir growled, and pressed his lips firmly against his little mate’s, silencing his ramblings. He was not a man of many words, and certainly not declarations of love and affection; if Harry wanted proof of how much he cared, he would just have to show him.
He ran his hand through the soft unruly black hair, deepening their kiss, he wanted to show his little one exactly how much he cared for him. He was going to leave no doubt in his mate’s mind how he felt and he was going to do it without saying a word, though he’d ensure that Harry was vocal enough.
He knew that they couldn’t go as far as he wanted to but that could wait, though he was determined that it would happen before Harry left for that damn school. For now, however, he was going to have to make do with the teasing foreplay that was maddeningly infuriating. However, he knew how innocent his mate was and he wouldn’t push him too far. He was just happy that Harry’s confidence in this area seemed to be growing as, without instruction, the teenager reached between them and started to caressing the Alpha’s erection through the fabric of his trousers.
Fenrir moaned into their kiss, as he lowered them both to the ground, his knees either side of Harry’s waist so that he was leaning over him. He broke their kiss and looked particularly smug as Harry whimpered a little, trying to pull the Alpha’s body down to meet his, using his grip on Fenrir’s trousers.
“Don’t tease,” Harry pleaded, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at his lips. It was a sight that Fenrir found very hard to resist, but he tried so that he could take in the sight of the beautiful creature beneath him.
“Don’t worry, little one,” Fenrir said, a predatory gleam in his eyes, “I’ll make sure you’re happy,”
“Fen…” Harry groaned, popping the button on his mate’s trousers, thrusting his hips upwards trying to gain some friction on his aching cock.
“Calm,” Fenrir said, taking his mate’s hands within his own as he made to delve inside the open trousers.
“Fen…” Harry groaned again as the Alpha gave him a sly smile as he pinned the teen's arms above his head, leaning down to nuzzle into his mate’s neck.
He carefully shifted both of Harry’s wrists so they were held securely in one hand, trailing his other free hand down to free his little mate’s erection from his straining trousers. He wasn’t normally the kind of man to enjoy teasing, but it was completely worth it for the noises that Harry was making.
“I take it back,” Harry gasped out between pants, as Fenrir stroked him teasingly, “you could definitely… ahh… definitely make this… fuck, Fen… last more than half an hour.”
“Shall I prove it?” Fenrir asked, his voice gruff as he took Harry’s erection in hand. Slowly he began to stroke him, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip that was already leaking precum. Groaning Harry thrust upwards, desperate for more contact, more friction, more anything.
“Please… Merlin… Fen,” Harry choked out as he writhed and wriggled, his hands firmly pinned above his head. The Alpha was definitely going to become a fan of teasing his little mate if this was the reaction that he was going to get when he did it.
“Now who can’t last more than half an hour,” Fenrir teased as he gripped his mate's cock a little more firmly.
“Fuck!”
The Alpha chuckled, he rather enjoyed how Harry seemed to resort to a series of profanities when turned on, but apparently Harry was done asking nicely. He manoeuvred his legs out from under Fenrir and wrapped them securely around the bigger man’s waist, hooking one over the other to give him better leverage. He tried using them to pull the Alpha wolf down, but when that failed just lifted himself up instead, brushing their erections together. Fenrir moaned at the sudden and quite unexpected feeling of their groins pressed together, his own cock twitching with arousal at the victorious expression on Harry’s face.
“No more teasing,” Harry said, somehow managing to brush their erections against each other, despite his awkward position.
“No more teasing, “Fenrir agreed, pushing them back down, grinding their hips together against the cold hard earth beneath them.
Releasing Harry’s wrists the teenager immediately wound his arms around the older man’s neck, fingers intertwining in his hair as he demanded to be kissed. The Alpha was more than happy to oblige, claiming his mate’s lips in a bruising kiss.
Harry felt as if he was about ready to explode, he wanted more than this, he needed it. He felt his stomach clench as a swarm of butterflies erupted there at this realisation. Caught up in the passion and intensity of the moment he wanted to take their rutting to the next stage, he wanted to give himself entirely to his Alpha. Breaking their kiss Harry ensured that he was staring deeply into the eyes of the Alpha, emerald eyes meeting the golden gaze of the other wolf so that he would know that he meant every word.
“Fen…” he pleaded, his voice desperate, “Fuck me,” he said and Fenrir startled at these words, not knowing what to think or say when his perfect little mate was offering himself so freely to him. He knew that he couldn’t, not here, not now. Time was limited and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t hurt the little one; he wanted to take his time and enjoy claiming his mate for the first time.
“Not today, little one,” Fenrir told him as he pushed his hips down so to cause some much needed friction between them, both on the edge of their orgasms.
“Please,” Harry begged, practically clinging to his mate for dear life, his breath coming in harsh gasps, his heart pounding in his chest and his whole body thrumming with need.
“Soon,” the Alpha promised, biting and kissing along Harry’s jaw to distract him, pressing their bodies against each other to give delicious friction. He could practically taste their climaxes; they were so close particularly given how little touching they had done.
Harry’s nimble body writhed beneath him as he bit and marked his mate’s neck and shoulders, shifting his body in time with Harry’s as the pressure built in his balls and in his belly. Little fingers tugged and pulled at his hair as Harry chased his own orgasm, screams of pleasure cried out between gasped breaths as they became lost in sensations.
Fenrir couldn’t hold on any longer but his pride wouldn’t let him come first, so reaching down between them he fondled Harry’s ready and heavy balls with care, his thumb brushing against the skin behind them and, as he felt and heard Harry tumble over the edge and release, he let himself go.
They came together, their orgasms claiming their bodies; it took all of the Alpha’s muscle to keep himself supported above his mate, not wanting to crush the smaller wolf and his arms trembled with the effort of it. His fingers ran through raven hair, gently caressing as Harry’s legs unwound themselves from his waist.
Both of their stomachs were covered with a pearly white substance, their release mixing together, leaving a sticky residue coating their skin as they attempted to regain their breath and neither wanting to move. Harry ensured that he kept his arms firmly around his mate’s neck, not wanting to let him go.
“Fen…” Harry said, his voice sounding hurt.
Fenrir snapped his gaze up to look at his mate, concerned that he might have hurt him or done something wrong. “What’s wrong, little one?” he asked with worry, sniffing and nuzzling at Harry's neck, attempting to seek out any possibly injury, something made harder by the grip Harry had around his neck.
“Why… I mean… you wouldn’t…why?” Harry asked hesitantly.
“Oh, little one, it’s not time, not yet, I want to be able to take my time with you," the Alpha explained, "I want to enjoy you.” Harry flushed scarlet at the Alpha’s words, biting his lip nervously and nodding his understanding. “Come, let’s get cleaned up,” Fenrir said, sweeping Harry up in his arms.
“FEN!” Harry yelped, having not expected the sudden movement, “I do have legs that work you know,” he pointed out grumpily.
“You can use them later,” the Alpha told him dismissively as he headed towards the stream.
“You’re not going to stop carrying me around are you?” Harry said a bit sulkily.
“No,” Fenrir responded bluntly. “If I had fucked you, you wouldn’t be able to use your legs.”
Harry snorted in amusement, “You think very highly of yourself, don’t you?”
Fenrir looked at Harry for a moment before he responded. “With good reason, little one,” he stated simply.
Harry shook his head; there really was no reasoning with the Alpha’s ego on this one, but he had to admit he was definitely a bit nervous that there might be some truth to his mate’s implications.
FGHP
Damon was never going to get bored, if Harry’s cheekiness was anything to go by. Never in all his years as a werewolf had he ever heard another wolf disrespect an Alpha as much as Harry dared to. To question his sexual prowess within hearing of the entire pack was unheard of, though hilariously funny. Admittedly he felt as though he should have expected as much from Harry; the boy was just something else.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when Clay, who was usually one of the last out of bed in the morning, was wide awake and drinking more coffee than Damon really approved of. His son had been excited about going to Diagon Alley since the pups had been told about the trip. Though he still didn’t think it wise for the naturally hyperactive Clayton to be drinking numerous cups of highly sugared black coffee.
“Should he be drinking that?” Jenson asked Damon, eyeing the eldest of the three pups with scepticism.
“You’re welcome to try and stop him,” Damon retorted as Clay helped himself to his third mug, not even bothering to spoon the sugar in this time, instead just tipping it directly from the packet.
Jenson frowned but knew that Damon was right, there would be no stopping him. Trying to pry the sugar and the caffeine from the boy would be futile and potentially dangerous. Thankfully at that moment the one person who could put an end to the madness appeared, as Romy swept in and snatched away the bag of sugar, with a snarled warning not to use it all.
Jenson tended to forget, or not think about, just how much power Romy had over Clayton who was absolutely besotted with his daughter. He was just glad that she was made of resilient stuff and hadn’t been swept of her feet by the boy's good looks and charm. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the two of them becoming an item.
“Hey!” Clayton protested as Romy also took his mug away.
“You’ve had enough, I’m cutting you off,” she told him sternly. “If I have to spend all day with you, in public, you are going to try to behave like a normal person, rather than yourself,” she warned him.
“Normal is overrated, why be normal when you can be us?” he asked, puffing out his chest.
“Seriously, Clayton?” she asked with her hands on her hips and giving him a highly disapproving look.
Damon and Jenson couldn’t help but be amused by the whole situation, even more so when Clay finally gave up his fight to get his coffee back and actually agreed to eat something. If they ever became a couple she was going to be good for him.
Clay smiled thankfully at his pack brother as Lukas sat down next to him and handed him a cup of tea; it wasn’t quite coffee but it was better than nothing. Lukas opened his book and went back to reading it, enjoying the peace while it lasted.
“Do you want to do the honour of getting Micha away from Harlan, or shall I?” Jenson asked Damon, with a nod in the direction of the two werewolves who were huddled together near the edge of the clearing.
“I have to put up with Harry and Clayton all day, you can have the honour,” Damon said, thinking that he probably had the raw end of the deal.
Jenson considered this for a moment, “I’m not sure which is worse, taking the pups out in public or separating the lovers over there.”
“When Harlan and Micha accidentally blow up a building they’ll be worse than Harry and Clay’s mischief making,” Damon said as he ran a hand through his dark brown hair with exasperation. It wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want to be the one to separate the love birds.
“Just please keep an eye on Romy today, I know the other two are a handful but I wouldn't be able to handle it if anything to happen to her,” Jenson said, keeping a watchful eye on his daughter even now, when he knew her to be perfectly safe as she bickered with her cousin.
“I’d never let anything happen to any of them,” Damon assured his pack brother. He understood Jenson’s concerns though; sometimes, with Harry and Clay’s madness and Romy’s quiet nature, the youngest of the pups could fade into the background. “Romy feels every bit as much my own child as Clay and Harry.”
“Glad to hear it,” Jenson said, feeling better knowing that Damon would take extra care with her. His attention could once again be turned to the most pressing issue of Micha and Harlan. “Now, you ready to give me backup should I need it?” he asked, already knowing the Beta wolf would.
FGHP
It had taken a lot of persuading but finally Micha had accepted that he had been asked by the Alpha to accompany Damon, Callie and the pups to London to pick up their school supplies. Harlan had not been impressed with this at all; he was well aware that they were trying to separate them and he hadn’t even had time to inform Gideon about the outing, as he had been left completely in the dark on that until the last minute.
Despite Romy’s efforts to stabilise Clayton, and stop him drinking too much coffee and sugar, the oldest pup was still buzzing with a mixture of caffeine, sugar and excitement, which was only worsened when Fenrir and Harry returned to the clearing. He bounded excitedly up to his best friend wearing a huge grin and an excited gleam in his eyes.
“So did he last more than half an hour?” Clayton asked only to receive a clip round the ear from his father for the question, though Harry seemed to find it fairly amusing.
“Oh, he sure showed me,” Harry said with a cheeky grin. In response the Alpha came up behind his mate, wrapping his arms around his tiny waist and kissed at his neck.
“I can always show you again, little one,” he growled into Harry’s ear.
“We so don’t have time,” Clayton groaned. “We have to go, right Dad?”
“Right,” Damon said as he watched the Alpha nuzzle into Harry, ensuring that his scent was all over his mate. Harry, of course, reciprocated the nuzzling until they were full on kissing.
“I thought you said you weren’t an exhibitionist, Harry?” Clayton questioned, giving Romy a wink; she however just rolled her eyes and went to give her father a hug goodbye. Harry, without stopping his assault on Fenrir’s mouth, disentangled one hand from the Alpha’s hair to give Clay the finger.
“Promise me you’ll do nothing dangerous or stupid,” Fenrir said insistently as he broke their kiss.
Harry gave him a pointed look. “Would I do that?” he asked innocently.
“Yes!” Fenrir, Damon and Jenson chorused in unison.
“Dangerous and stupid is our specialty though,” Clay told them, nudging Harry’s shoulder; which while it made his best friend laugh, had the slight problem of putting him within arm’s length of the Alpha.
Fenrir promptly took a firm grip on the back of the eldest pup’s neck and leaned down to snarl directly into his ear. “Not today it isn’t, Clayton. Understood?”
“Yes, my Alpha,” he replied quickly, nodding his head as best he could with the Alpha still gripping him tightly, his agreement assuring that he was released. However, Clayton didn’t miss the subtle wink that Harry gave him, even though everyone else did.
“Be careful,” Fenrir warned. It had escaped his notice that Harry hadn’t made the promise, in fact he had rather cleverly avoided it with the help of his best friend. Even Clayton had only said that he understood what the Alpha was saying, not that he would actually refrain from doing anything reckless and stupid.
They had one final kiss, which became somewhat more passionate than the Alpha had intended; he was surprised at Harry’s enthusiasm and if he had really thought about it then it might have seemed a little odd. However he was too overwhelmed with the passion behind their kiss.
He watched as, after he released his little mate, Harry wandered over to Damon, Clayton, Romy and Callie who accepted him into the group. “Take care of him,” Fenrir grunted and Damon nodded, the five of them heading over to the apparition point and vanished on the spot.
FGHP
Gideon had received a few more messages from Harlan, which contained mostly more details about the layout of their territory and the dynamics of Greyback’s pack. It seemed they trusted him less and less, despite having grown used to his presence, and Harlan was now very securely the omega wolf and being treated as such. Despite the low ranking, it was still a place in the pack and it was all thanks to him having sunk his claws into the pathetic submissive.
It was more the dynamics of his own pack that were of concern to Gideon at the moment though; the addition of Tessie seemed to have destabilised the little order they had. He had not had anyone be stupid enough to challenge him or Alxar as Alpha and Beta respectively, but there was undeniable tension and frustration as the men drooled over the pretty new addition.
He was half tempted just to claim the skinny bint himself just to put a stop to all the nonsense, arguing and showing off that kept happening. But that would have meant turning his back on them all for at least ten minutes, even if he rushed it, and honestly he didn’t trust them all not to slit each other’s throats or worse. Plus he didn’t imagine Aiden would take too kindly to the idea either. Not to mention, she was nowhere near worthy of the position of Alpha female.
As Beta, now that Gideon had passed her over, Axlar had the right to claim Tessie, or not, as he wanted. However, Gideon knew that Axlar’s idea of claiming meant that she wouldn’t survive the night; what with his odd fascination with the use of superglue and stabbing them as he fucked them. It would be a brutal death, one that several girls before her had experienced.
Aiden would likely be even less fond of the idea of his cousin dead, than of her being fucked by the Alpha, or anyone else for that matter; and honestly they needed the numbers that both Aiden and Tessie provided. Gideon suspected, however, that Axlar would have trouble seeing it that way and so it was for that reason he was now watching his Beta more closely than ever before.
However, when Dean and Russ started fighting and he was forced to break them up, he was distracted long enough that Axlar was able to vanish. Unfortunately, Tessie too was nowhere in sight. With the others all baying for blood and at each other’s throats he didn’t have the time, patience or the inclination to search them out or to attempt to stop whatever was about to happen. Yes, they needed numbers but Tessie was more trouble than she was worth at this point.
“Well, well, looks like we finally have some time to get to know one another,” Axlar said, having crept up on Tessie who had gone to the stream to wash the dirt and grime from her clothes.
She spun around cross her arms over her exposed chest as the large werewolf prowled closer. She could hear in the distance the rest of the pack fighting; over what she didn’t know or care, all that mattered was that they would all be too busy to come to her aid; not that most of them would have bothered anyway.
“What do you want, Axlar?” she asked snappishly, trying to make her voice as strong as possible, given how fucking terrified she was. She knew all too well what this… monster did to women; she had seen the newspaper cuttings and heard the stories.
“I want you, of course,” Axlar said as if it were as plain as day. “The Alpha doesn’t want you, which makes you mine.”
“I don’t belong to anyone!” She snapped, backing away from him as he took a step forward.
“Not yet. You’ll be one of my girls soon, though,” he told her, as though bestowing a great honour upon her.
Tessie felt rather too exposed with nothing covering her upper body but her arms. Risking turning her back on the psycho she pulled on her still damp top to cover her breasts. However Axlar took the chance and closed the distance between them, his arms going around her.
She tensed at once. “Get off me,” she said, trying to sound strong but failing miserably as her voice cracked and whimpered.
“There, there, sweet thing,” Axlar said as he drew out his blade pressing it to her throat as he inhaled her scent, licking a slow line up her neck relishing how her body trembled against his. “You’re going to enjoy this, they all end up enjoying it in the end. I can always hear it in their screams.”
She struggled against him; his arms, however, were stronger than her body and her movements only seemed to turn him on. She wanted to cry as she felt his erection pressing against her back. She knew that screaming would do no good, it would only turn him on more. No one was coming, no one was going to help her, not even her little cousin, the two of them were outnumbered. If she was going to survive this then she was going to have to survive it alone.
She didn’t stand a chance against him physically, so she would have to out think him; Tessie thought back, forced her mind away from the moment and tried to recall as much about the stories of Axlar’s kills as possible. There was something that they all had in common though; none of them had played along.
Swallowing the bile that rose in her throat at the thought of what she was about to do, she reached back with her hand and grabbed his swollen erection, caressing it gently. To say that Axlar was surprised was an understatement, he hadn’t expected for her to be willing; he wasn’t even sure he wanted her willing, but he wasn’t done trying to pull screams from her throat yet.
“You think you can play games, bitch?” he snarled into her ear, licking at her skin there.
“I thought you wanted me?” she questioned, keeping her voice soft, letting it tremble so he might think her weak, might think her beaten.
“I will take you, I will make you mine,” he told her, turning viciously in his arms to face him, letting her see his toothy grin.
“I… I know…” she whimpered, not needing much focus to bring tears to her eyes. “Just, make it quick… please,” she begged.
“Quick?” he let out a bark like laugh. “No, my pretty, we are going to take our time.”
She put on a pretence of struggling for a few seconds before letting herself become lose and as relaxed as she could manage in his arms. Letting him lay her down on the ground beneath him.
Axlar was curious, he didn’t usually take other werewolves and this girl was definitely different; he wasn’t sure if he liked this change of pace, but it was interesting, already the fire she had started off with was fading and she seemed to be just accepting her fate. He meant what he had said, he was going to take his time with her.
Tessie wanted to vomit; she wanted to scream and shout and kick and cry as she was lay down on the cold ground, with Axlar’s large and filthy body towering over her; his breath as rotten as his mind. She had to get the moment right; she would get one chance and if it failed then he would kill her, probably instantly, but at least even that would be better than what he had planned for her now.
She knew what came next; he would superglue her eyes open, wanting her to not miss a moment of what he had planned, but she had other ideas and as soon as he reached back around to get the bottle from his pocket she was able to shift her legs enough to bring them up hard against his groin.
Axlar yelled in a mixture of fury and pain, but before he could pin the little bitch to the ground securely she sat up and head-butted him hard, using his momentary dizziness to shove him off her enough to break free. His hands grabbed out at her, but his whole body was rebelling against him; his head was spinning and he had double vision. He could focus enough to know she was running, escaping. He was livid. He let the world know as he howled his fury into the sky, forcing himself to his feet and starting to run after her; letting the pain fuel him as he took up the chase.
“Leave her,” came a sudden, sharp, barked order; Axlar forced himself to stop and turn. Axlar growled, turning to look over his shoulder at the fleeing girl, losing his temper at the fact she had managed to get the better of him. In one swift motion, before the Alpha could stop him, he gave a harsh yell and threw his blade at her.
Gideon snarled at the fact that his order had been ignored and that Axlar had ignored him. However he wasn’t sorry to see the blade sink into her shoulder. She wouldn’t last long out on her own, he was sure of that. It didn’t even cross his mind that she would find the other pack, he was that sure that she would die before getting far; that it wasn’t a concern for him.

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